Looking for rest

Looking for rest can be a very frustrating experience....yes? I mean if you have experienced insomnia, you know what I mean....you have so many things on your to do list and you just feel like you desperately need to sleep, but your mind and sometimes your body just will not cooperate. Sometimes it happens to me at the worst times, times when I know I have to get rest. Sometimes when it is especially stressful; like the night before I went to see my son off to Iraq. Sleep was nowhere to be found. But sometimes when I am especially excited; like the night before we took our family to Disney World , I just quit fighting it and spent the whole night downloading crazy music for Mike to keep us entertained. The funny part is I usually can't sleep on a plane or in a car unless I am sick. This makes for interesting travel. But, what about rest in life. Jesus went away from the needs of many for quiet and rest and spent time listening to The Father. Why do I have so much trouble finding rest in my life? Is it the Martha syndrome; fretting, and worried, and striving. Why do we do that? For me, the opposite of striving is trusting and peace. If I will just stop and lay those cares at the feet of Jesus and trust that He will take care of these and work out His plan and His will for whatever it is that is troubling me: I will find peace and rest in my soul. I have always considered Psalm 23 one of my favorites. Recently, I was impressed by a specific portion of that Psalm where it reads- He makes me lie down in (fresh, tender) green pastures: He leads me beside the still and restful waters. He refreshes and restores my life (my self)... OK , did you get that HE MAKES ME ...... Apparently , I am not alone in this quest for rest and God sees and understands that He has to make me lie down. Especially when things are chaotic and not so perfect in my life. When things are not " as I would like them to be" or when they are so piled up I can't see an end in sight. That's when, in my silly human frailty, I don't have the wisdom to realize I can't do it alone. So many times out of sheer exhaustion and at the end of myself, I finally come to Him, my creator. He gives me rest and requires me to trust and rest and sit still. What an awesome God we serve. He placed in us our weaknesses that we might glorify Him and have a relationship with Him so that He might use our weaknesses and gifts to His Glory. I thank God that He makes me to lie down. I will , at times , run myself ragged. (and sometimes do). It is such a lie from Satan that moms have no needs. And we can just go and go and go like the energizer bunny. I thank God that I don't have it all together and my life isn't all figured out. Even though I don't always(in my flesh) like it, I am so grateful that He created me weak and frail... and He doesn't leave me in my disgusting self-righteous ,resourceful, supermom state. The end of that verse reads- and through the length of my days the house of the Lord (and His presence) shall be my dwelling place. OH, to be in a constant state of mind and spirit, to be in His presence, to dwell there....what a dream, what a reality .